Submissions by dangerousdesires (TheVoicesAreWatching)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing, food, and alcohol is all I need in life. I am touched by the things I've written and they've helped me through a lot. I hope you enjoy and can relate to them as well. I hope they help you as much as they've helped me. Thank you.
Let Me Save It.
So full of questions.
Emotions burning my brain like scorched earth.
Tortured with answers.
Seeing any solution to devalue my worth.
All I've known is this.
I hear your pain and your strangled life.
I still love you.
You push towards numbing to end all strife.
I've broke you.
I know this distance was my correlation.
You've killed me.
The torture we feel shares no relation.
I've been on the ledge too many times.
I'm pleading to you, take your hand in mine.
I've been under the rock that keeps you from...
Emotions burning my brain like scorched earth.
Tortured with answers.
Seeing any solution to devalue my worth.
All I've known is this.
I hear your pain and your strangled life.
I still love you.
You push towards numbing to end all strife.
I've broke you.
I know this distance was my correlation.
You've killed me.
The torture we feel shares no relation.
I've been on the ledge too many times.
I'm pleading to you, take your hand in mine.
I've been under the rock that keeps you from...
#love
#depression
640 reads
2 Comments
Aesop'ian Verse for the Strays.
Gather my friends! Let me spin you a story!
With intrigue deluxe, and details so gory.
Pain, deception, loss and passion.
Quite an interesting tale, from a very dark passage.
Not long ago, indeed it is true.
Lived a pretty young mouse, a youthful shrew.
This mouse loved a rat who protected his so fair.
His only crime was love. Beyond all compare.
But the mouse loved to scurry and hide in the corners.
The rat, wiser, did try to warn her.
But she scampered and strayed.
Poor sweet rat betrayed.
A youthful...
With intrigue deluxe, and details so gory.
Pain, deception, loss and passion.
Quite an interesting tale, from a very dark passage.
Not long ago, indeed it is true.
Lived a pretty young mouse, a youthful shrew.
This mouse loved a rat who protected his so fair.
His only crime was love. Beyond all compare.
But the mouse loved to scurry and hide in the corners.
The rat, wiser, did try to warn her.
But she scampered and strayed.
Poor sweet rat betrayed.
A youthful...
#love
483 reads
4 Comments
He Lost It
The shaking. Does it ever stop?
Enough is enough! He shouts!
His head hurts so fucking bad he'll drop.
He feels himself receding into a puddle of self doubt.
Please just leave! She begs.
She can't see him suffer anymore.
In the process of trying to save herself
She has to show him the door.
Violence is never the answer,
but life has never been simple.
Maybe the complexity in which they live
Barely causes a ripple.
He's scaring me. She thinks
But he'd never hurt her. This is a fact.
She couldn't put it...
Enough is enough! He shouts!
His head hurts so fucking bad he'll drop.
He feels himself receding into a puddle of self doubt.
Please just leave! She begs.
She can't see him suffer anymore.
In the process of trying to save herself
She has to show him the door.
Violence is never the answer,
but life has never been simple.
Maybe the complexity in which they live
Barely causes a ripple.
He's scaring me. She thinks
But he'd never hurt her. This is a fact.
She couldn't put it...
#dark
853 reads
2 Comments
The Duality of Self
Struggling to think or write.
Ballistic in mind, thinking I'm never right.
Distracted by the pain I've pushed down. Never understanding why I've worn emotions like a frown.
Thinking you treat us. .oh so nice.
I'm distracted by the stars in the night.
Do you really see and feel as I do?
Feeling the ravines of spirit. Feel them true.
I've been better than this for so many years
But still I endure so many tears
The lives we lead should be distant at best.
The crutch on my heart is the worst kind of hex.
Put me up....
Ballistic in mind, thinking I'm never right.
Distracted by the pain I've pushed down. Never understanding why I've worn emotions like a frown.
Thinking you treat us. .oh so nice.
I'm distracted by the stars in the night.
Do you really see and feel as I do?
Feeling the ravines of spirit. Feel them true.
I've been better than this for so many years
But still I endure so many tears
The lives we lead should be distant at best.
The crutch on my heart is the worst kind of hex.
Put me up....
#love
#dark
564 reads
2 Comments
A Server's Lament
Can you please tell me the source of my frustration?
Dealing with trivial matters takes much preservation.
Try to understand arrogance with no reservation.
It's eating me away, a carnivorous creature with a hunger for my patience.
Throwing myself into a facade for monetary recompense.
I'm selling a fake laugh and a pretty smile; if you like it, it costs twenty percent.
Now, pray tell; My voices have plenty of answers.
Why do these people wear on my nerves like an obnoxious cancer.
Cutting and Catty, they're less attractive exotic dancers.
...
Dealing with trivial matters takes much preservation.
Try to understand arrogance with no reservation.
It's eating me away, a carnivorous creature with a hunger for my patience.
Throwing myself into a facade for monetary recompense.
I'm selling a fake laugh and a pretty smile; if you like it, it costs twenty percent.
Now, pray tell; My voices have plenty of answers.
Why do these people wear on my nerves like an obnoxious cancer.
Cutting and Catty, they're less attractive exotic dancers.
...
576 reads
5 Comments
A Love Who Can Not Be Reached
Looking all around him, distaste on his tongue.
He can't stand these fucking people, ready to be done.
He wants to paint the walls brain matter gray.
Always asking when will it be his day.
Craving his own death, believing himself a martyr.
Knowing with nothing else, his soul he can barter.
One more crack and he'll break, no one else can see.
One more crack and he'll break, then we'll all see.
Finally finding the paint brush of his dreams.
Creating a Rembrandt of his silent screams.
Fading fast, he's here no more.
Grey and...
He can't stand these fucking people, ready to be done.
He wants to paint the walls brain matter gray.
Always asking when will it be his day.
Craving his own death, believing himself a martyr.
Knowing with nothing else, his soul he can barter.
One more crack and he'll break, no one else can see.
One more crack and he'll break, then we'll all see.
Finally finding the paint brush of his dreams.
Creating a Rembrandt of his silent screams.
Fading fast, he's here no more.
Grey and...
730 reads
4 Comments
It Is What It Will Be
Watching above seeing myself.
Clothed in a blanket of madness.
Holding myself together.
Preparing for the next wave of sadness.
Love found, a quilt of warm.
Laying in a bed of pity.
Cool to the cheek, it's quite refreshing.
Staring out a window at a despicable city.
Floating above in a cloud of discontent.
You'll never see my mind.
Luckily you're blind.
Since I'm full of graphic content.
I so hoped you were different.
A shining knight if you may.
But your regressions never recompensed.
My mind in disarray.
...
Clothed in a blanket of madness.
Holding myself together.
Preparing for the next wave of sadness.
Love found, a quilt of warm.
Laying in a bed of pity.
Cool to the cheek, it's quite refreshing.
Staring out a window at a despicable city.
Floating above in a cloud of discontent.
You'll never see my mind.
Luckily you're blind.
Since I'm full of graphic content.
I so hoped you were different.
A shining knight if you may.
But your regressions never recompensed.
My mind in disarray.
...
729 reads
6 Comments
The Confusing Race
Everything is at war.
The mind battles the heart
The body fights the soul.
Primal urges compel us
Words defeat or build
Actions prove and lie
So is everything two-sided?
Does everything lie?
Why is human synonymous with mistakes?
I can not tell you why.
Why everything is a tornado of chaos and relief.
Why our philosophy is love, but we endorse war.
Life is a barrage of bullets and rain
An onslaught of love and pain.
And a desire for unstable and sane.
We are confusing beings, us humans.
But I wouldn't...
The mind battles the heart
The body fights the soul.
Primal urges compel us
Words defeat or build
Actions prove and lie
So is everything two-sided?
Does everything lie?
Why is human synonymous with mistakes?
I can not tell you why.
Why everything is a tornado of chaos and relief.
Why our philosophy is love, but we endorse war.
Life is a barrage of bullets and rain
An onslaught of love and pain.
And a desire for unstable and sane.
We are confusing beings, us humans.
But I wouldn't...
661 reads
4 Comments
Monotony
Continuing their petty lives;
Just to return to a dysfunctional life.
Pretending that everything is okay
Only living life day to day.
Don't question the barrage of sounds
Even as bodies fall to the ground
Life is funny but nothing matters?
Depression or denial, they choose the latter.
So there are blank faces all around.
Staring in silence as their country burns down.
Just to return to a dysfunctional life.
Pretending that everything is okay
Only living life day to day.
Don't question the barrage of sounds
Even as bodies fall to the ground
Life is funny but nothing matters?
Depression or denial, they choose the latter.
So there are blank faces all around.
Staring in silence as their country burns down.
707 reads
4 Comments
Necessary Punishment
I can't deal with crying anymore.
The weakness I feel...
I want it to go away
The pain...
When does it end?
I can't stop the flood of tears.
They begin again and again.
I can't stop...
until I am stopped.
By force.
Pull a blade across my skin.
To punish the tears
The weakness I feel...
I want it to go away
The pain...
When does it end?
I can't stop the flood of tears.
They begin again and again.
I can't stop...
until I am stopped.
By force.
Pull a blade across my skin.
To punish the tears
743 reads
8 Comments
Maybe It's Just a Phase
God, I am so beautiful, smart and thin.
Is it because I bathe in other's blood and sin?
My wants and desires are evil.
My urges and actions are primeval.
It's incredibly possible I'm the devil.
So terrible that in this fact I revel.
Maybe I should change my ways,
but it's no fun and it doesn't pay.
Unfortunately I will continue my path of destruction.
If I don't I'm afraid I will lose my ability to function.
So I will continue being Satan,
And you bitches can keep hating.
Is it because I bathe in other's blood and sin?
My wants and desires are evil.
My urges and actions are primeval.
It's incredibly possible I'm the devil.
So terrible that in this fact I revel.
Maybe I should change my ways,
but it's no fun and it doesn't pay.
Unfortunately I will continue my path of destruction.
If I don't I'm afraid I will lose my ability to function.
So I will continue being Satan,
And you bitches can keep hating.
667 reads
3 Comments
Reminders
Jagged white lines are a reminder.
A memory of painful words in a black binder.
To stop the agony of something unreal.
Something not fake is when you do feel.
I remember the euphoric sensation.
I remember being apart of the cutter nation.
I am not weak by any means,
but my mind is fraying, undoing by the seams.
Memories, I think, are filled with pain.
Is that why when I turn back, I don't recall being sane?
A memory of painful words in a black binder.
To stop the agony of something unreal.
Something not fake is when you do feel.
I remember the euphoric sensation.
I remember being apart of the cutter nation.
I am not weak by any means,
but my mind is fraying, undoing by the seams.
Memories, I think, are filled with pain.
Is that why when I turn back, I don't recall being sane?
670 reads
8 Comments
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